The Stone Roses are dead and so are Blue.
I love Coldplay, why don’t you?

I have a potting shed where I like to brew.
I love sausages, you love cordon blue.

Long walks I dread and it’s the same for you.
I wear wellies and you Jimmy Choo.

You shouted ‘nuff said when in a rage I flew.
I read your diary to get back at you.